the powdery heart
the cold hands
the stay steps
change it again
change the dark into the fond dream
the soaring wing
like the sparkler
in bloom praying for heavenly blessing.
Blan
the void like the white paper
you pretend to be fine
to pinch it repeatedly
but you know
your scar countless.
rêve
the dream castle is build by tears
think carefully
it's neither gentle nor sweet
but true
it like the starry night
we are pursuing.
Noir
the tear
drunk in blue sea
the deep
is black also sad.
Vous
blooming in night's flower.
[Distant]
